The only Museum: responses

When love falls like snow upon us
We shiver from its greatness
Shaking, for we are undeserving.

The world is a museum and
We are the art in the gallery.

God exhibiting us to us,
And we say “wonderfully and fearfully
Are we made”

Flakes of clay, pots of clay,
Made by the Potter,
Shaped by His hands

So we believe,
Because we are snows with flecks
Yet loved by Him.

Tochi